The Song family usually keeps a low profile, especially Song Mochen, who rarely appears in the media. Except for those within his circle, few people outside recognize him.
“Sir, who are you…”
The host, though experienced, lacked the social standing to be familiar with the likes of the Song family. Naturally, she didn’t recognize Song Mochen, a person even family members rarely encountered.
“I am Xiao Chen’s boyfriend. I witnessed him creating this piece, and this shirt is mine. I don’t understand how my shirt became Miss Lu’s?”
Song Mochen was straightforward, not bothering to conceal their relationship. Even in relatively conservative China, others’ opinions didn’t matter to him. No one could bully his beloved.
Hearing his words, the host’s expression stiffened noticeably. Still, maintaining her professional composure, she found it impossible to continue hosting. The script was off the table!
Their silence wasn’t due to the revelation of their relationship; in fact, the renowned designer, Master Fran, was a homosexual. Their silence stemmed from the implications in Song Mochen’s words.
“Mr. Song, do you have any evidence for what you’re saying?”
Master Fran, not in a good mood, spoke. He wasn’t just an internationally renowned designer but also a baron bestowed by the Queen of England, a fact that some had heard about Song Mochen.
He didn’t know if the design was authentic, but he would not allow anyone to tarnish the beauty of his favorite jewelry designs, let alone dirty dealings in his presence.
He wanted to know the truth, to understand who was capable of creating such a stunning piece.
Song Mochen didn’t immediately answer Fran’s question. Instead, he looked straight at Lu Jinwen and questioned her.
Under Song Mochen’s stern gaze, Lu Jinwen felt somewhat uneasy. She didn’t know this man’s identity, but seeing even Yan Junfeng wary of him, she knew he was not someone to mess with.
However, with the situation having escalated to this point, there was no way to stop it. As powerful as this man might be, they were now broadcasting live to a national audience. He wouldn’t dare do anything to her in front of everyone.
At this point, biting her lower lip, Lu Jinwen appeared desperate, as if forced into a corner, tears on the verge of streaming down her face.
“I… I don’t have any witnesses. This shirt doesn’t belong to anyone specific; I just bought it randomly. The inspiration of a designer is very fleeting, and I was afraid of forgetting, so I bought a random shirt on the roadside to draw on. I don’t have any witnesses…”
She had seen that shirt. While the quality was good, it had no labels, making it impossible to prove where it was purchased, let alone identify the owner.
Seeing Lu Jinwen on the verge of tears, the female contestant who had supported her before couldn’t help but speak up again, her tone full of indignation.
“Sir, you may be Jiang Zichen’s boyfriend, and naturally, you would be a witness for him. But do you understand how crucial the confidentiality of a designer’s work is? How could there be a witness when Jinwen was sketching? I personally saw this shirt with the original manuscript in Lu Jinwen’s room and even took photos. Now you claim the shirt is yours; do you have any evidence?!”
Song Mochen sneered. One of his bodyguards stepped forward, pointing at the big screen where a video appeared. Speaking with a calm and logical tone:
“This shirt is a custom-made garment from KING. It is not sold on the market, and KING has records of our customization. If Miss Lu has any doubts or questions, she can have it verified by an expert.”
Accompanying the bodyguard’s words, the big screen on the stage began displaying a brief introduction to KING’s custom clothing and the purchase records of KING’s customization.
KING was a top-notch custom brand that money couldn’t necessarily buy. Ordinary people might not even have heard of it, let alone see it on the market. How could you casually buy such custom items on the roadside? What a scam!
Moreover, even if Lu Jinwen could afford it, didn’t her family face financial difficulties, lacking money for her father’s treatment? Where did she get the money to buy expensive custom clothing?
A twist, a big twist, overturning all of Lu Jinwen’s testimonies!
Now, the questioning gazes of the audience turned to Lu Jinwen.
Lu Jinwen’s face turned very pale. She never expected Song Mochen to have such evidence. The shirt had no tags except for its good quality, and she couldn’t recognize it as a high-end item, let alone a custom piece from KING…